I clearly remember the night Luther showed up at our home. We hadn’t a visitor in such a long while.
I peered out my window as an eight-year-old-girl confused at why the young lad stood outside in the freezing cold wearing only knickers and a flimsy shirt, carrying an old rugged brown suitcase. Though not the first child to come calling, he was the most poorly dressed.
That night at supper, He sat in silence until Vera put the rare cooked roast on the table. He swiftly went for it. A clearing of My Father’s throat stopped him. Luther cut his eyes over at me as his hands retreated.
Excused; I went to my room to change for bed. Startled by a noise in the hall way, I snuck a peep.
“Come here girl” Luther was there, his eyes fixated as he stared from the third floor window. I was not afraid.
“Yes, what is it that you want?” I asked.
“Do you see that?”
“See what?”
“The lady, in the white gown dancing through the trees?”
I leaned in a little closer to get a better look.
“There’s nothing there.”
“My Mother will come back for me. She made a promise.”
“Indeed, but until she arrives, shall we play a game to pass the time?
“Okay, only to pass time. I don’t like it here. This place is chilling.”
“Hide n’ Seek then?”
He nodded in agreeance. I suggested he hide and I would do the seeking. He ran down the long corridor and once out of sight, I retrieved my Father from his Study.
“He’s hidden, Father. Come! Come!” I was beside myself with excitement.
“My precious daughter, why do I spoil you so?”
I knew why. He loved me and every good girl deserves a treat.
“Oh, Daddy boy, won’t you find him and then I will feast? Please!”
He began down the hall, roaring, he turned back to me “One day you will share, won’t you?” His fangs protruded. I laughed with him, amused by the thought.
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